My Muse comes after midnight
nudges me awake.
“Get up! Write!”
I curse her,
stumble across the dark room,
search for matches,
light the candle wick.
Where has she been in the daylight?
How many hours did I wait for her
listening for her voice?
“Where where you?” I ask.
“Was it your voice I heard
while I daydreamed in the sun?
Or was it only the sound of
of sheep bells on the mountain?”
“Write!” she demands. “Write!”
If I wait til morning
the words she whispers to me
will be extinguished
like this candle flame.
Written while living in a shepherd’s cottage , Lala, Euboeia, Greece.
I seem to be having a problem connecting with the Muse these days.
Very frustrating, when there is so much work to do. But I have felt unsatisfied with what I've already written for "Dragons in the Sky" other than those very early chapters written in the beginning. So I am trying to conjure the Muse's help.
Meanwhile I'm reading a very good book "Song for Achilles" that seems to be inspiring me. It's written first person narrative and in a very lyrical style, like Dragons. So perhaps I can capture the cadence again and smooth out what I've written which, to me, seems a bit stilted and phony — "made up" instead of flowing in a natural narrative.
I've also go to sort out all the research notes I took which are not in any particular order and slow me down when I'm looking for things. And, I need to learn more about the herbs and spells and magic things so I can add more of those ingredients to my story.
So, I call on you Muse, to please come and inspire me! I'm waiting....